Luyện nghe bài hát Do You Know

Y'all the guitars
is in the building
Puffy to get me
I have officially the band
I'm a rock

Do you know you're going to
Do you the things that life is showing you
What are you gonna do, do you

So where you from? Where chicks Air Force One's
shirts tied up and our hair stay done
So where you from? Where they don't rock Air Force
We hit the block out the spots holding Air guns

So where you from? Philly splitters rock Dickies and
A deuce deuce in my tube socks inching the
Man where you Where guerrillas don't be messing with cops
You a case go on the run and still hugging the block

So you doing? Big Ballin' money makin' and flossin'
Sean you know how we do it in New Orleans
So what you What I'm doing, man I'm doing it big
I'm cockin' it back the crack, crackin' your wig

Man what you doing? Man I'm my biz
I'm trying to feed my kids I can't starve dog I my rib
Yo what you doing? Shuttin' broads believe me
On my grind all 'cause your girl is greedy

Do you know you're going to
Do you like the that life is showing you
What are you gonna do, do you

All I know somebody have my money
If being broke is a joke, I don't find funny
All I know chicks better respect my gangsta
I'm far your mother but I still will spank ya

All I is this project living and sh
What could you tell me if you ain't been in this here
All I know, my flow put me through doors
And bought two gold pedals for Bentley Azure

Please, don't give up, on life
Ghetto child, alright

The sun will come out
Even we grindin' down in the ghetto
But so we go and so we go

When the sun come out to I'd be so ready for die now
me for my sins but I still holding me nine-ah
VIP for another man for rob now
Just another way for Riker's Island

I'm gonna to these dudes I can get me a Coupe
Without snatching you out of yours that steam on you
I wanna prove, I'm a superstar my rims sitting on O'Neals
You who we are

I prove it that Babs is the best in the game
So thugs on tight like I'm snatching your chain
And I'm gonna prove it to the that cold shouldered me
And the record labels that chose to look me, ha

I ain't going back to jail to a of
Oodles and Noodles in the of my cell
get cut in the yard we rushing the guards
We taking it's a riot gun button the Sarge
All of my homies with wheels waiting for in the
Is all the way we peel penitentiary steel, come on

Do you where you're going to
Do you like the that life is showing you
What are you do, do you know

Bad Boy, Refugee Collabo, let's go
Babs from Brooklyn and I do my
City straight out of New Orleans
The Freddy P. from the M I A

It's stokes with the Midwest Swing
Dillinger doing me thing
E-Ness that Philly cat for bling, pow